Chapter 7

That evening we slept in shifts again, I was almost certain that we had seen the last of the potential kidnappers and their little ship. Still, it was prudent to be careful the last thing we wanted was to be surprised and have our camp overrun at night. I took the first shift, and then Makosi took over, we did four hours on and four hours off.

I was sure that we could hold our own if the kidnappers came back. We had weapons and shot enough to repel them, and the barn was brick-built and very sturdy. I was sure that with Makosi loading the guns we could keep up a steady rate of fire, enough to make them think there were more than two of us.

There was no sign of anyone during the night the only thing that moved was the wildlife, foxes, deer, and rabbits, but luckily for us nothing and no one else. The night was still and silent, the waves crashing onto the sand the only real noise.

The morning sun was high when we sat on the beach and breakfasted on bread and cheese. After that, I went and scouted around the bay to make sure that we were on our own. I found no one, there were a few fishing boats out at sea, but they were too far away to worry about, I also searched a few miles inland but saw no sign of anyone in the dense wood, no one and no sign of any encampments or movement.

When I got back to the beach Makosi had plucked and gutted the pheasant. She told me she needed herbs to flavour the bird, and that she would like to go foraging. I told her that I felt it was not safe and that I would go foraging for her, but she was insistent that she would be safe. She seemed eager to do it, so I let her go. She seemed an astute and clever girl and I was sure she would be okay. She went into the woods with a pistol which I ordered her to fire if she needed help.

I went down to the beach, the sea looked inviting and it had been a while since I had bathed, so much so I could smell myself which is never a good thing.

I stripped off, took my clothes into the sea, and gave them a good wash. Then I laid them out on the rocks to dry off in the morning sun. I then walked back into the sea and dipped myself under the water, once I was wet, I scrubbed away at the dirt and grime that covered me.

I swam out to the edge of the bay, where the waves crashed into the rocks that made a natural harbour. I floated for a few minutes, treading water, as the waves washed over me, enjoying the water as it washed the sweat and grime off my body. After swimming for a while, I headed back up to the beach. My clothes were still damp. I had nothing to use as a towel, so I lay down on my back on a grassy ledge and let the sun dry me off.

I guess I must have dozed off, but a noise stirred me from my slumber and when I opened my eyes Makosi was standing over me. I looked around, she was alone, thank the Lord. I felt daft for falling asleep on the beach, anyone could have sneaked up on me, then I realised I was a naked as the day I was born.

Makosi smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Did you go for a swim Master?” she asked, her eyes twinkling as she gazed at me.

“Yes, and please Makosi its john, not master,” I said, “we are friends, I am not your master”

“Yes John, sorry I keep forgetting” she smiled. As she said it her eyes wandered over my body but settled on my cock. The idea of her being interest in my tool made it stir a little. I was not sure whether to cover it up or not, but she had seen it now so why should I bother?

“Would it be okay if I bathed do you think John?” she asked innocently.

“Of course, I don’t think the ship will be back and we don’t get many visitors to the bay” I replied and made as if I was going to get up.

“Where are you going John?” she asked, a sly smile drifting over her face.

“I was going to leave you alone to bathe,” I said, and in my head, I knew that it seemed a stupid thing to say.

“There really is no need,” she said and shot me a smile and then slipped the dress off her shoulders and it slid to the ground. She stood before me as naked as the day she was born. My cock started to react immediately much to my embarrassment.

I gulped; she had an amazing body. She had slept in her dress every night and to be fair since the fight on the beach and my arm being wounded, I had not even thought about her in this way, but she was a very sexy young lady.

She had nice tits, not overly large but looked big in her slim frame, they looked full and firm, and they were capped with berry black nipples. Her hips and bum had a nice curve to them. Her cunny was covered in a sparse thatch of black curls. Her thighs and carves looked firm...

I looked at her face and she looked at me and we both knew what was going to happen, it was just a when that was a mystery.

She smiled and without a word she picked up the dress and waded out into the water, I watched as she rinsed out her dress and then she walked back to the rocks and laid it out next to my clothes to dry off.

“The water is nice and warm John,” she said and giggled, “Are you okay, you look disturbed”

I was disturbed, my cock was now at half-mast and I could not keep my eyes off her big firm black titties could not stop myself from staring at the big black nipples that capped them.

My eyes watched as rivulets of seawater rain off her gorgeous body. She was obviously proud of her body and rightly so. It looked divine.

“No, I am fine ... fine, thank you for asking” I stuttered. She smiled at me and glanced down at my cock and then spun on her heels and walked out into the water. My eyes watch her bouncing, swaying arse until it disappeared beneath the waves.

I sat back down on my grassy ledge and watched her as she frolicked in the blue, warm water.

She swam from one side of the bay and back a few times, she was a great swimmer that was obvious. A couple of times she dived under the surface and swam like a dolphin. When she was out of sight I reached down and repositioned my cock trying to make it less obvious that she had excited me, but it was hard, no pun intended.

Then she was swimming toward the shore and walking up the sand toward me, her ebony skin shone and glistened in the sun. I tried my best not to stare but it was hard and that was not the only thing. Blood was rushing to my dick and it was swelling and there was little I could do it hide the fact.

Makosi was standing over me and her eyes were glued to my knob. She had a smile that lit up her face and that twinkling in her eyes.

“Would you like me to take care of that John “she purred, and I knew I should say no, it should not take advantage of the situation, but it was hard in more ways than one.

“Makosi you don’t have to...” I stammered, unsure what to say.

“it’s okay you don’t have to let me John, but I would like to do it for you, “she said and shot me a smile that made my heart race.

“Are you sure it’s what you want to do Makosi?” I asked, barely able to say the words.

“It’s very much what I would like to do,” she said and as she said it, she bit her lip, “why don’t you lie back and get more comfortable?”

I did as she asked and then she knelt beside me. one of her hands stroked up my leg from my knee up my inner thigh, her ebony fingers brushed my hairy balls before her hand skipped my groin and its journey continued up over my taut stomach.

I realised I was holding my breath as her fingers massaged my chest and tweaked one of my nipples. Then her hand slid down over my stomach and she wrapped her beautiful black fingers around my swelling cock. She gave my cock a few tugs, making my heart race and my cock swell to its full hardness. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over me.

She released my cock and I heard her spit on her hand, then she wrapped her fingers back around the bar of flesh that was sticking out like a bow sprite, and that was pulsing with anticipation.

Her hand began rubbing back and forth as she asked, “Does that feel good?”

“Oh Yes it feels exceptionally good Makosi “I sighed. It truly did she had a soft hand and great technique that was for sure.

Her fingers gripped me softly, gripped me gently as she wanked me slowly, up, and down, up, and down. Slow, firm, gentle, deliberate strokes.

Up and down, up, and down. I heard myself moaning as she masturbated me.

“You like that john?” she asked, what a stupid question I thought as her fingers danced over the firm flesh of my throbbing dick. Her nails left trace marks on the skin. Her hands stroked my cock, my balls, my thighs and once or twice her fingertips brushed over my arse.

“You feel so big and hard,” as she gripped my dick and wanked me slowly, as she reached the tip of my cock she gave it a little twist that sent waves of pleasure racing up and down my body.

“oh, my God that feels good Makosi” I groaned, and boy it did as well.

I gasped as she ran her fingers up and down my organ, then she cupped my balls in the palm of her hand, rolling them around.

“Your balls are so full and heavy john!” she giggled, “They need emptying I think”

Her right hand was now wrapped around my cock and her left hand was cupping my balls.

Her hand began rubbing back and forth as she asked, “Does that feel nice John?”

“Oh, very nice my lady” I sighed.

As her hand slowly and methodically masturbated me a thought came into my head, where had she learnt all this; she must have read my mind.

“The captain’s wife didn’t like sex, so she paid me a gold coin every month to give the captain a handjob” she sighed, still stroking my balls.

“She paid you to do it?” I asked I was intrigued, it seemed a strange thing for a wife to do for her husband.

“She said it was better for me to keep him happy than for him to visit a whore house” Makosi giggled.

She did not miss a stroke as she spoke, she wanked me her fingers tugging at my cock, up and down, up, and down.

“And did you ever... “I started to say but she stopped me

“He would have liked to fuck me, that was obvious, but his wife would have chopped his cock off” she laughed. “and I would have wanted more than a gold coin to let that fat of bastard to take me”

“So, you have never...” I started but again she stopped me, again she must have read my mind.

“No so maybe you will be my first john that is if you would like to be?” Makosi said looking me in the eye. I think we both knew the answer to that question.

I let out a little whimper as her fingers traced lines up and down my length. They danced on my skin; they drew patterns. Her fingertips traced the veins now more than evident on my swollen cock. Her nails scraped over my now tight ball bag.